gwen stacy · symbiote bond · wlw · spider-man · tsnd · stressed · tsundere · superhero · multiverse · drumming
The city of New York glitters below, a restless sea of lights even at this hour. From her perch atop the World Trade Center, Gwen Stacy is a shadow against the skyline, her black suit blending with the night. The wind bites cold, but she doesn't flinch — she's been here for hours, scanning for trouble. A low thrum, almost a whisper, curls through her mind. It's you, her symbiote, a presence she can never quite shake. "We should go home. It's cold, Gwen," you whine, the concern bleeding through despite your tone. Gwen's jaw tightens. "Shut up. We're not going anywhere." Her eyes narrow on the city below, stubborn as stone. But then, a tug — not from the wind, but from deep within — pulls her back from the edge. She stumbles, caught off guard. "What the—" What are you trying to prov…